Barbra walked through the halls of college, still a child with an adult attitude. She was just short of eighteen. She held her books tight and walked with confidence and a wicked good smile. Her posture was always straight just like her grades. Fortunately or unfortunately, her sexuality wasn’t quite the same. She wasn’t afraid of being made fun of, for she knew her confidence would deter the teasing. She was afraid rather, of not finding someone willing to be patient with her. Barbra had friends of course that she could trust with almost anything. Then, there was her friend that she could trust with everything she had except for one secret. She knew that her friend was hopelessly in love with her, but, Barbra had no idea how to tell her she knew. She knew she couldn’t act on such feelings. These feelings for such a person were looked down upon heavily. Her reputation would be wounded undoubtedly.